I just finished reading Pat Conroy’s latest work, The Death of Santini, and I have to say, it the finest book I’ve read in the past few years. The book is, essentially, a warts and all, family history of Conroy’s dysfunctional clan, told by the most eloquent and lyrical writer I know of. As I’m sure everyone knows by now, Conroy, a Marine brat, and his six brothers and sisters were physically and emotionally abused by his father, noted Marine Aviator COL Donald P. Conroy. And, of course, much of that childhood abuse has featured prominently in many of Conroy’s novels over the years. This book is the story of how Conroy’s family, particularly his parents, dealt with the aftermath of Conroy writing so candidly about his upbringing.
The centerpiece of the book, is really kind of the redemption, I guess you’d say of COL Conroy. After reading The Great Santini, he disappeared for three days from his Atlanta apartment, and when he reappeared he seemed to have fundamentally changed into something of a wiser and more gentle man determined not to make the same mistakes with his grandchildren.
The book is extraordinarily well written with all of the eloquence and evocative prose we’ve come to expect from Conroy. If you’re at all a fan of Conroy, you simply must read this book.
87 for the year.